I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the cornerI am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffeeAnd he fills it only halfway and before I even argueHe is looking out the window at somebody coming in

"It is always nice to see you", says the man behind the counterTo the woman who has come in, she is shaking her umbrellaAnd I look the other way as they are kissing their hellosAnd I'm pretending not to see them and instead I pour the milk

I open up the paper, there's a story of an actorWho had died while he was drinking, it was no one I had heard ofAnd I'm turning to the horoscope and looking for the funniesWhen I'm feeling someone watching me and so I raise my head

There's a woman on the outside, looking inside, does she see me?No, she does not really see me 'cause she sees her own reflectionAnd I'm trying not to notice that she's hitching up her skirtAnd while she's straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet

Oh, this rain, it will continue through the morning as I'm listeningTo the bells of the cathedral, I am thinking of your voiceAnd of the midnight picnic, once upon a time before the rain beganAnd I finish up my coffee and it's time to catch the train